Insomnia

Reflections
Perfections
Stone
Bone
Sleep
Keep
Breaking
Taking
Tired
Wired
Yawn
Dawn
Deficent
Proficent
Stomach
Swallow
Today
Tomorrow

Chances and odds

Chances are
Apprehension
For nighttime nihilists
On wheelless wagons

Every inch
Unspared
By willess flares
Of deterioration

Fingers in holes
Sinking boats
A sole exhalation
Complicates nerves

Odds are
Against
Moral justice
In systematic hands

Watching for shadows
On the first of falls
Heart racing
Foreboding last calls

Walking in the wind

What to say
When I am no longer fazed
By hallucinations,
The unresolute
Or bad news.
Is becoming,
Numb?
Or is it coping
In the speak
Of strong?
The unknown
Is just that
Everything spinning,
Intersecting,
Circling.
Some days
It's visceral
Others
It's usual.
The truest moments
Encompass
A kiss,
An embrace,
A gaze.
Everything small
Is big,
And everything big,
Is small.
The pinhole
Is not rose colored,
But fire embers,
Loosely dancing,
To the wind's shiver.